Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game-Chapter 538 - 295 Chatting purely under the covers

The car headed towards Tiger Geogre’s casino. After all, he would be leaving tomorrow, and out of courtesy, he should bid farewell to Tiger Geogre.

"Useless..." Big Head Geogre berated, a fierce gust of wind sweeping over with his vicious hand.

Really someone who’s more of a hindrance than help.

This little incident with just an individual, if word got out, wouldn’t it be laughable?

But Joshua Hughes is also too arrogant, daring to threaten him. Although he claimed it was just personal business, it was evident from his words and tone that he was dissatisfied with him.

Tiger Geogre, that old fart, must have spread a lot of bad words about him behind his back, right?

It better be as he said, just personal business. If he really dares to meddle in Las Vegas’s gambling industry, then let’s see if his big ship won’t be capsized in the gutter.

Moreover, he wants to show Joshua Hughes whether Las Vegas is his territory.

Tiger Geogre, your days are numbered...

After sending Avery Jane back to the hotel, Joshua Hughes drove to George Parker’s place.

Lyon’s kung fu tea, the fragrance of tea filled the air...

"Young Master Hughes, heading back tomorrow?" Tiger Geogre offered a cup of freshly brewed tea, the tea soup rich and reddish-brown, an excellent Da Hong Pao.

"Yes, there are too many matters at the company, not convenient to stay long. I’ll visit again when there’s an opportunity to bother you," Joshua nodded, raising the teacup to sip, indeed savoring the lingering aroma.

"Just now on the road, heard Young Master Hughes ran into some trouble?" Tiger Geogre asked nonchalantly.

Eyes fixated on the boiling clay pot, not a moment to lose focus while brewing kung fu tea.

Joshua Hughes sipping tea, and thought it’s indeed in such a small place as Las Vegas, where even the slightest movement of two rivals is known immediately.

Big Head Geogre tailing him was because he came to find Tiger Geogre. As soon as he stepped into Las Vegas, he was probably being watched for his every move, right?

"It’s not really trouble." Joshua Hughes remained calm, such matters hardly counted as trouble, just a minor annoyance at most.

Tiger Geogre had wanted to eliminate his rival for some days, just been waiting for the right opportunity. If Joshua Hughes’s visit was for avenging his woman’s parents, then the two joining forces with his influence in Las Vegas, and Joshua Hughes’s powerful background, removing Big Head Geogre would be easy.

But why is Joshua Hughes so silent?

Could it be that he’s waiting for him to bring it up first?

Atlas Hallow came only to find out whose hot money was flowing into the Hallow Clan; if a business war broke out, Big Head Geogre might only lose money. But if Joshua Hughes was seeking revenge for his woman’s mother, then he could directly kill Big Head Geogre.

His wish to collaborate with Joshua Hughes wasn’t entirely selfless; he wanted Big Head Geogre dead.

His son was at the age to inherit the family business. He needed to clear all obstacles in Las Vegas for him.

Joshua Hughes came solely for revenge, so he wouldn’t want a share of Las Vegas’s territory. Besides, given his wealth, he likely wouldn’t find it appealing at all.

Tiger Geogre pondered, then spoke softly: "Wouldn’t Young Master Hughes want to get rid of Big Head Geogre? After all, he indirectly caused Miss Jane’s parent’s death."

Tiger Geogre was quite certain that Avery Jane must be the daughter of Luke Harringtons and Catherine Wood.

First point, age matches.

Second point, Avery Jane was just like Catherine Wood back then, perhaps even more beautiful.

Third point, the most crucial one, she had an innate gambling instinct.

That kind, flowing like blood, at the real gambling table, her charm would shine brilliantly.

Although it was her first time gambling, she was impressive enough. Her confidence and charisma when pushing all the chips were spitting image of Luke Harringtons back then.

She couldn’t be anyone else’s child; she must be Luke Harringtons’s child.

Joshua Hughes’s hand trembled holding the cup; Tiger Geogre’s words shook him to his core, his handsome face pale, almost bloodless. It was far more shocking than hearing it from Atlas Hallow.

Avery Jane’s parents? Could it be that Atlas Hallow’s suspicion was indeed true?

Was he slow to react, or did he not want to believe it?

Joshua Hughes’s eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, his entire heart squeezed tightly.

His voice hoarse, emerging from his chest, "What did you say? Speak clearly..."

Tiger Geogre wasn’t someone to joke around easily, but he wondered if he had just hallucinated.

Could he have misheard? Even after Tiger Geogre said it.

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"No need to be formal with me, Young Master Hughes. If you’re here seeking revenge for Miss Jane’s parents, I’m willing to lend a hand. I know Young Master Hughes’s power isn’t something we can compare to, but I am familiar with Las Vegas, and my casino sustains many Las Vegans." Tiger Geogre kept his head down brewing tea, plainly stating his intentions.

He didn’t believe Joshua Hughes would want to work alone, as Big Head Geogre wasn’t easy to deal with.

If they collaborated, he could avenge his woman, and he would secure Las Vegas’s territory, clearing the obstacles for his son; it was a win-win situation.

"How do you conclude Avery Jane is their daughter?" Joshua Hughes suppressed the emotions raging like a storm within, eyes bloodshot, voice hoarse.

He had heard it twice today; Atlas Hallow was guessing, but Tiger Geogre? He was a witness to those events back then — he wouldn’t just guess, right?

"I’m telling you, Young Master looks exactly like her mother, Catherine Wood, back then, albeit with a bit more charm. Furthermore, she gambles just like her father Luke Harringtons, with the Harringtons’ blood coursing in her veins imbued with gambling instincts. It’s no coincidence she was undefeated at my casino. She must be a Harrington descendant, or why else would Young Master seek me out to inquire about the Harringtons’ past?" Tiger Geogre took a sip of tea, a hint of a smile on his lips, Young Master Hughes played the role well.

Joshua Hughes felt as if he had been dealt a heavy blow.

His mind quickly sorting through the situation, he needed to go back first, he had to get Atlas Hallow to coax the truth out of Charlotte Miller.

Did Avery Jane’s deceased father lose three fingers?

Could such things really happen by chance or was it fate’s arrangement?

The spring night was beautiful and sweet, yet he felt an inexplicable chill creeping from his feet, sending shivers down his spine...

Amidst the vast sea of people, there might be those one never meets, but perhaps some are destined to be entangled from before their birth.

Atlas Hallow was lying on the bed; sweet chatting was indeed a strenuous task. The woman’s body beside emanated a faint fragrance; even without touch, he could feel Charlotte Miller’s graceful curves.

To not torment him too much — if he had to endure all night like this, he might well be dead by morning...

"Why haven’t you slept; aren’t you tired?" Charlotte’s eyes were almost too heavy to keep open after days of rushing, catching flights, and all sorts of vexing things. Only lying on this hotel bed felt like she had finally relaxed a bit.

She still felt uneasy; Old Mary’s passing and Luna Miller losing three fingers were distressing.

Old Mary probably reached her final moments; Rogers did say she was at peace when she passed, which was somewhat comforting.

But what about Luna, who wronged her so, to have three fingers severed, the pain unimaginable. And after reattachment?

The flexibility would undoubtedly diminish significantly, and the scars wouldn’t be pretty; she had to reclaim those three fingers.

Charlotte wondered if being with Ethan, Oliver, and Chloe for too long made her very revenge-minded, but these were her sister’s three fingers; could she just let it go?

"I want to be more exhausted." Atlas moved closer, his body heat becoming almost scorching.

"The more tiring thing you desire usually ends with me being the most exhausted." Charlotte naturally understood his insinuation, but she truly wasn’t inclined.

"Your phone is ringing..." He was so close that she could clearly perceive his body heat, almost overwhelming.

Atlas sat up in bed, reached for his phone on the bedside table, glanced at it, then got off the bed and went to the window, swiping to answer.

"Could you find out if Avery Jane’s father had only three fingers back then?" It seemed that only Charlotte had possibly seen Avery Jane’s father; Joshua Hughes’s heart was still raging wildly.

Things seemed to be getting increasingly complicated...